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Chapter 1372 1370. I have bought a ticket just to watch the destruction of classical economics from the front row
"Your order for 10,000 sets of 'Astral Warrior' power armor and 30,000 sets of downgraded mechanical combat suits has been accepted. The casting AI of the Lady of Plenty will readjust the production plan and reserve enough materials to complete the production for you.

However, the formal production process can only begin after the prototype you specify has completed all combat tests."

When Murphy left the Lady of Plenty, a forging sage carrying a forging hammer and equipped with a third plasma welding robotic arm found the vampire lord and presented him with a rather formal receipt for the forging project.

It contained the signed procedure of Ms. "Forger" Fendil, as well as specific manufacturing details and expected completion time, which forced Murphy to give a thumbs up to the Sentinel Corps' style of doing things.

Although each of these primarchs wants to marry their own father and are real shrimp-headed mechanical girls, they are really particular about what they do!
However, after carefully studying the receipt, he frowned and said:
"All the armaments used to arm the future Astra Militarum vanguards only account for 2% of your overall production plan for one combat cycle? I thought my willful request would cause you a lot of trouble."

“It’s really troublesome.

In order to accommodate this 2% quota, we have to readjust the entire production plan. To be honest, the value of the time and energy wasted just in adjusting the plan far exceeds the total value of these downgraded weapons you have ordered.

However, you are the honorable Alpha, the messenger of the great father, so all your requests that are not excessive will be met by the father's most loyal daughters."

The forged sentinels probably didn't have any intelligent plug-ins to assist in communication, which caused these guys to be so straight that it was scary. The mechanical sister in front of him nodded and said something so straightforward that even Murphy was embarrassed.

However, the Blood Eagle Duke next to the vampire lord rolled his eyes and said:
"You're still doing one anyway, so why not just produce more since you've already adjusted the production plan?"

"Well, you can, but you don't have to."

The forging sage tapped a device on his arm, did some calculations, and then answered very straightforwardly:
"Ms. Fendil has instructed Sister Mosna to prepare a production base for the material world at the border of the star realm. It will be equipped with a downgraded version of the 'full weapons production chain' workshop. It may take 65 world days from site selection to production. But after it is built, it can meet the production specifications of various weapons you need.

What I mean is that this "Astral Warrior" power armor, which sounds very impressive but actually has quite average combat effectiveness, and lower-level mechanical combat suits can be completely made in the Mosna sisters' forge.

Please understand, Alpha, but the production plan of the Forge of the Lady of Plenty exists for more important matters. Whether our warships can complete the production plan is directly related to the situation of the Sentinel Corps in the war in the subspace, so."

"I understand."

Murphy nodded and said:

"From now on, I will hand over all military supplies of the Astra Militarum to my Forge General, and it will not occupy the production plan of the Sentinel Corps. But what Tris said makes sense. Since you have adjusted the plan, why don't you produce more vehicles for us that can fight on the border between the Astral Realm and the Subspace?

At least you should be worthy of the time and energy you wasted on this, right?"

"no problem!"

The Forging Sage was relieved to see that Alpha was so easy to talk to.

As forging sentinels, dealing with outsiders is not their job at all. She has not yet completed her forging KPI for today, and she is afraid that Lord Alpha will make trouble and force her to work overtime.

However, since Alpha was so reasonable, the Sage couldn't just let it go, so she popped up a series of combat vehicle appearance and specification data from the instrument on her arm and said:

"This is the catalog of vehicles we can manufacture, including the Sentinel Corps' current-level 'Pirate Killer' boarding fighter, 'Phoenix Warrior' subspace shuttle, and 'Heavy Sentinel' class psychic core annihilation tank."

"Wait! Why do you have land combat weapons like tanks when you fight in the subspace?"

Trish said in surprise:

"Isn't most of the Warp an unfathomable sea of ​​chaos?"

"It is precisely because the warp is unpredictable that temporary huge physical areas are often generated. Moreover, when the Frontier Contract has not been abolished, relying on Lady Gaia's ability, a solid and vast Void Hill can be created in the warp."

The Forging Sage explained:

"When fighting within the Void Hill, these relic tanks designed by my father will be very useful. You will also encounter land battles in the astral world in the future. That is the only frontal battlefield where you will have to face a huge number of Chaos monsters. So I suggest that you start preparing these vehicles from now on."

"Then I'll take them all! I'll start with 5000 units!"

Murphy's eyes were dazzled, so he just waved his hand and said:
"But I heard from Mosna that the vehicles used by the Sentinels cannot be used directly by mortals, right?"

"As long as subcutaneous neural nodes are installed, intelligent connection control can be achieved. However, I understand what you mean. We will also downgrade these armed vehicles and restore them to the traditional mode of mechanical control.

Although this will lead to a significant reduction in overall combat effectiveness, it will be more suitable for the combat style and technical and tactical level of the soldiers under your command."

The wise man replied:

"But we do not recommend that Astra Militarum soldiers drive these things back into the material world.
The secondary psychic engines they use are the power source developed by the Sentinel Corps itself, which has a certain degree of pollution. Such filth can be ignored in the subspace, and the psychic tides of the astral world are wild and can resist such pollution, but the psychic energy of the material world is too pure, and once large-scale psychic pollution occurs, it will be bad. "

"I see! It's a vehicle specifically designed for the star realm."

Murphy laughed and said:
"Then thank you very much. Finally, thank Ms. Fendil for me! I know you will soon launch a search and recapture operation for the Daughter of Truth. If you need me to participate, please let me know in advance. I will be very busy in the material world and need to plan my time in advance."

"It is highly unlikely that we will need your help. After all, if you really go there, we will have to mobilize elite sentinels to protect you. But we still accept your kindness."

The Forging Sage, who spoke very directly, nodded, then turned and left, leaving Murphy and Tris staring at each other, thinking that this sentinel was so direct in leaving, and why didn't you at least have the courtesy to keep them for dinner.

"What surprises me is that they didn't send some elite sentinels to serve as guards for you."

On the way out of the astral plane, Tris joked:
"So, the great Lord Alpha's reputation in the Sentinel Corps is still not enough? He can't even get a team of powerful guards?"

"Who said they didn't give it to me?"

Murphy shrugged and said:

"They selected some retired Sentinels from every warship to follow Mosna and form the 'Order of Order'. Well, don't underestimate the Primarchs. They are just a group of Sentinel sisters who are not suitable to continue fighting in the warp battlefield. But you should at least use your brain, Tris.

Given the intensity of the sentinels' usual combat, what kind of brutal battles would leave them with injuries that make them unfit for continued fighting?

I simply cannot imagine the devastation these retired Sentinels would cause once they were released into the material world, even if there were only 1024 of them.

Although the sisters of the Order are not nominally under my command, Mosna is my Star Forging General. If I really run into trouble, it's just a phone call away. I've also called old Tritan, and he will leave a projection of power with Mosna.

Once we need them, the Order will be able to rush into the battlefield in a 'real astral airborne' manner."

"I understand everything!"

Cui Si rubbed her forehead and said in confusion:

"But why 1024? Can't these primarchs make up an even number? It sounds weird."

"what?"

Murphy turned around and stared at Trish with a look that looked like an illiterate. After a moment, he shook his head and said:
"You probably haven't surfed enough. For mechanical life and programmers, 1024 is the most perfect integer. To be honest, this thing might even be the 'holy number' of the Creator."

"Okay, okay, these are all things I don't understand." Tracey rolled her eyes and looked back at the several sentinel hunting patrol ships clustered behind her. These black giants were combined with the star giants that Gaia was personally sculpting, and coupled with the fantastic background of the broken star realm, it really looked like a scene from a futuristic science fiction story in another world.

She said softly:

"Even the eldest daughter of God has accepted you, Murphy. It seems that your pioneering journey is really coming to an end."

"Wrong."

Murphy also stopped, turned around and put his arm around Tris' waist from behind. He buried his head in the Grand Duke's long hair and whispered:
"The pace of pioneering will never stop, Tris, it's just that the story is coming to an end, but after the ending, life must go on, and with the Creator's conduct, I think that guy will be harsh and think that only after I complete the meeting with Him, my pioneering will truly begin.

After all, strictly speaking, I haven’t stepped out of the ‘cradle’ He left behind yet.”

"That's right."

Tris smiled. She enjoyed the quiet time alone with Murphy. After they stayed there for a few minutes, she closed her eyes and asked:

"So what's next? What are you going to do next?"

"Of course, we need to gather our troops and prepare to go to the Gray Desert to take back the Greenhouse of Life."

Murphy replied:
"Of course, before that, we have to summarize the plot of version 3.0 and reveal the outlook of version 4.0 to the little players. During this period, we can first watch the destruction of classical economics in the Kavkhova region.

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The day after tomorrow will be the time for the Misty Sea Trading Company to make the final settlement, and the gluttonous mouth of the goddess of wealth will truly open at that time!

Let's make a bet, Trish."

"Okay, what's the bet?"

"Let's bet on how many flying people will be on the rooftop of the port in Bernie City on the day the building collapses. I guess, 100!"

"Too conservative! I bet 1000! Ha, super double!"
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"The investment settlement of Class A products will begin the day after tomorrow morning! Although there is only a 10% profit dividend, the number obtained after several calculations by the Super Hacker Group is still very exaggerated, which means we must start allocating funds from now on."

In the office building of the Misty Sea Trading Company in Bernie City, Ivankov, who was wearing a business suit but looked a little haggard, said to his backbones in his luxurious office:

"I received instructions from the higher-ups. In order to better arouse our customers' desire for wealth, the dividends this time must be distributed in physical currency. Transia has provided a batch of gold bars, which are said to have been transported from the vault of the ruins of the Brass Fortress by the gold-burning dwarves who believe in Ms. Dutna, specifically prepared for this holy ceremony.

But it is not enough, there is still a gap of about 30%.

I realize this is an opportunity, so I ask you to contact your local bankers right after this meeting to start withdrawing money from them and start the wealth transfer in advance.”

"I'm afraid those guys won't be too happy."

The half-man accountant "Gerbin Silver" who was regarded as Ivankov's right-hand man shook his head and said:
“We have deposited a large amount of liquid funds with them. The interest alone is enough to make them smile every day. If we start to withdraw the funds now, I am afraid that once the news gets out, it may affect the company’s reputation.

In case of a bank run

"Caution is a virtue among halflings, but I urge you not to overthink it in this case, Mr. Gelbin."

Ivan's shadow elf secretary shook his head in a seductive manner and said:

"All the respectable bankers in the Kavhoka region are our clients. They have also invested a large sum of money in the company. According to the changes in the profit growth curve, these guys are looking forward to the investment returns in 20 days. Conservatively estimated, the wealth of each of them can at least triple.

With such profit incentives and the inertia brought by previous large dividends, many people would do as they are asked, not to mention draining their capital pool.

If they question it, tell them!

If the dividend distribution of Class A products is affected due to insufficient supply of physical currency, there is a probability that the investment confidence of small shareholders will be hit, which will lead to investment losses in Class A products. Short-term losses will undoubtedly affect the long-term operation under the cross-investment system.

Therefore, any problems with the turnover of this part of the funds may result in the loss of income from the large investments already made by our dear customers.”

"Uh, with all due respect, I have no idea what you're talking about, ma'am!"

The halfling Gelbin said with a pained look on his face:
"You just randomly put together a bunch of obscure financial terms. This logic doesn't make sense at all!"

“But you are already the most powerful financial practitioner in the Kavhoka region, Gerbin!”

Ivankov lowered his head, lit a cigarette, tapped the table and said:
“If you can’t understand, don’t even expect those idiots who only know how to make money by lending money at high interest rates and killing people to understand.

People are always a little timid about things they don't understand, and the more prestigious a person is, the less likely he will show his stupidity in front of his partners. Even if they don't understand, they will pretend that they understand these ridiculous concepts.

What's more, they are already trapped!

If they don’t want to lose profits, they have to continue investing. The fire has already been ignited, and for them, the opportunity to exit has long disappeared.

Everyone!

You must remember that the trial of the Goddess of Wealth has now come to an end. We do not need our customers to believe in the bright future of the moon in the water and the flowers in the mirror. We only need to maintain the illusion of wealth until the trial comes in seven days!

That's it.

So, use your brains, people!

If coercion works, then use it; if coercion is possible, then use it; if robbery is necessary, I can personally hand you a rifle loaded with bullets!
The Misty Sea Trading Company now has only one task left. No matter what method you use, before we evacuate, squeeze every penny out of the pockets of all the bankers in the Kavhoka area! Double back every dividend we handed over to them before.

Ms. Dutna is watching us, and this holy book belonging to the gods will also be completed by us mortals.

For the circulation of currency!
For the world to go round!
For the glory of wealth, everyone, take action, now, adjourn the meeting! "

At Ivankov's command, all the elites present stood up at the same moment. The guys wearing the holy emblem of the Goddess of Fortune on their chests shouted loudly:

"For the glory of wealth!"

"Yes, for the glory of wealth."

Ivan stroked the holy emblem on his chest. Under his fingertips, the golden holy emblem flickered with light, but there seemed to be an invisible shadow beneath the light.

Everything in the world has opposites, and balance lies therein.

Having money is, of course, a good thing.

But when a person only has money in his eyes, bad things are about to happen.

(End of this chapter)